At last it has arrived, my friends, the game we've all been waiting for: loser goes home for New Year's, the winner gains the right and privilege of getting butchered by the #1-ranked Seahawks in the Wild Card round. Or do the Giants still want in on this "prize"? Oh, heck, I dunno. Such is the case with dumpster fire divisions. Besides, these teams all look alike to us up here in the Pacific Northwest: fresh meat.
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Tale of the Tape? Why not? In these harrowing times, with the culture, the economy, and the world in flames, we can use all the gallows guffaws we can get:
POWER RANKING: Redskins #13, Eagles #25
TOTAL OFFENSE: Eagles #15, Redskins #21
RUSHING OFFENSE: Eagles #13, Redskins #20
PASSING OFFENSE: Redskins #15, Eagles #16
TOTAL DEFENSE: Redskins #25, Eagles #29
RUSHING DEFENSE: Redskins #28, Eagles #30
PASSING DEFENSE: Redskins #14, Eagles #24
And finally we find some daylight between these sorry pretenders. Both offenses are, to quote all-pro cornerback Richard Sherman, "MEDIocre" (though the Eagles are a little better on the ground) and both defenses are as wide open as Miley Cyrus's legs (except the 'skins are a little better against the pass). So I guess that's a wash after all, isn't it? Hmmmmm.
I guess I'll have to go with the intangible of Kirk Cousins pulling out games of late while Sam Bradford has been blowing them.
Washington*
Philadelphia (+3)
I'd wager Byron Maxwell and Walter Thurmond regret their decisions to depart the Legion of Boom now (other than Maxwell's ten million bucks a year, anyway).
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